Feb 2...Write 20 min

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 Monday's 20 minutes...

I fast every Monday. I started this habit about 9 months ago. At first I did it for health and to balance the ole hormones and for however else the internet claims fasting benefits you.

And then I listened to a podcast by Christy Wright called Get Your Hopes Up. She urged her listeners to try fasting because the Bible teaches it. One of her points was the fact that we are hyper focused on being obedient and disciplined in our walk with Christ, yet avoid fasting as much as possible and view it as outdated.

She had a point. I did that whole things of excuses and avoidance. Regardless, I was curious. And I needed peace about something. And real answers.

I started fasting for my soul instead of my body. Things I noticed: Hunger made me aware of how much void I felt in my spirit instead of in my stomach. I didn't discern the hunger difference between the two before. That hollow space of need wasn't actually as much bodily hunger as it was in recognizing I felt a lack in my relationships, in priorities, and in my assignment and purpose in my Kingdom walk of obedience to Christ.

Learning to feel hunger, a void, or a need, and filling that with prayer instead of food, did diddly squat for my weight. But the joy and peace and healing I experience in my soul is lightness indeed.


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